When I was 14 I was told stories about you and your adventures,
When I was 15 you took my hand and asked me my name,
I fell and
Fell
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Fell
When I was 16 you broke my heart,
But that's okay,
You were only ever meant to hold my hand.
YOU ARE READING
People
Ngẫu nhiênThis is just pretty poetry kind of things about people in my life.
